After a first orchestral performance on the day before, for this day a “mini concert” on a stage at the Nagoya airport was announced. Scheduled for 15:00 it was the centre of that day, In the morning there was no program which would have fit in, so we had free time which Andrea and I used for some clothes shopping in a nearby mall. Around one o’clock the group met up again and took a train from the nearby station to the airport, that is located on an artificial island in the sea. The suitcases well deposited, we had some more time to stroll around at the airport. Leisure time but somehow locket to the place that was built for people to get away.
The concert started on time with some clown artists up front that entertained the passers by and the audience that stopped (plus those who came for the orchestras) with some juggling and fun but also trombone and trumpet integrate in their perfomance. The orchestras performed in various combinations, and more and more the stress that the performance meant to the partly rather your artists fell of and the joy prevailed. Despite flight announcements in between and passers by with suitcases and some noise all around, the concert was celebrated with loud clapping by the audience. A lot of group and couple photos with Japanese and German musicians, some with tears in their eyes because partly it was the last common meeting of the orchestras. Or were this tears of joy?
We also said goodbye to our son again who we shortly met. We still were not introduced to his host girl. So this was not to happen. I eft with the visitors with a chartered bus to Kyoto, around 3 hours to drive on the expressway into the sunset.
I more and more felt locked in with the group, which had nothing to do with the persons in the group, rather with the fact that I felt externally controlled since 5 days and I definitely lacked some physical action, which is good also in everyday life to keep emotionally stable.
I asked in the hotel if they had a gym, hoping some exercise would do me well. They had not. Luckily, a small group of others took me along to dinner and did not bother too much about my bad mood, and after a good udon meal and the return to the hotel, first trace of cabin fever seemed to be over. Plus ew managed to get a bag of laundry done, which gave me a better perspective to wear fresh clothes also for the rest of the trip.